Today my little Neve would have been 22 months old. Not a significant age, but an age and a date that have hurt more this year than last. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, and has become even more special as I have had children. I especially love children at Christmastime when they are 18 months to 2 years old. The joy of the lights, hearing them try to sing along to jingle bells, and watching them open Christmas gifts by themselves brings an innocent joy to Christmastime. This year I am missing the lost memories that would have been created. As I shop and plan and make for Christmas, I wish there was one more stocking on the fireplace, and one more name on the list. Maybe she wouldn't have been with us anyways, I don't know what that future held. I do know that in my missing and longing I can't really wish her back on earth. She gets to spend the most wonderful time of year with the reason for the season. Would there really be any better way to spend the holidays than worshiping the Savior with the Savior? So Merry Christmas, baby girl, someday I will be home with you for the holidays!
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